Passing Time

Passing Time

Burning the candle at both ends,
he wakes to another busy day,
telling himself he will slow down...
tomorrow

As days roll by and months turn
to years, still he presses on,
no end in sight to the hurry/scurry
that is now his existence

Life passed him by, like a fast
moving train as the family dinners
were held without him and the
children began to leave the nest

Now as his hair began
to gray, he wondered
where time had gone,
when in truth, the time
was there, just not well-
spent and as he rocked
alone in his chair,
he felt the knowing of
regret...


Lynn West
(c) 2011